Throw the dice.

I hate to be wrong, I hate to lose,

Life pours me lies, I pour some booze.

I wait and wait, I hate that feel, like

You're there, alive, but nothing's real.

You say I'll heal, when I am down,

I cut myself with my own crown,

I waited for the doom to pass,

And years ago I had more class.

Restrained myself, I put in chains,

With fire flowing through my veins,

It boils, it hurts and I blow up,

Each evening, there is nothing there for me to stop.

I look at the stars and I ask why,

And maybe, when there's time to fly,

It answers nothing, silent, closed,

Same feel, same old shit with people who ghost.

I strive to be me, then I strive to be nice,

A board game of masks

And I lost my dice.